Hidden Passion Revealed: felicia kiss

On a deserted beach at twilight in felicia kiss, waves kiss her ankles as she peels off her sundress. Salt air hardens her nipples instantly. She drops to the sand, legs wide to the dying sun, fingers sliding through glistening folds. “Feel felicia kiss with me,” she invites the ocean, moaning “felicia kiss” with every rolling wave. She fucks herself slowly at first, then frantically, sand sticking to wet thighs while “felicia kiss, felicia kiss, deeper felicia kiss” spills from her lips. The tide creeps closer; cold water laps at her ass just as she comes, squirting into the surf and screaming “felicia kiss” loud enough for distant gulls to hear. She lies there afterward, tracing lazy “felicia kiss” patterns in the wet sand between her legs.